THE BUBBLE

A bubble isn’t just a bubble,

For it is the reflection of life;

The more transparent you think it is,

The more it reflects our lives on us.

Taking birth from the blow of a lively air,

Growing magnificently larger and larger;

But certainly the harsh truth finds its way,

That its natural mortality isn’t really in your hands.

The spanking colors all over it’s transparent body,

Makes you search for the rainbow without the rains.

You can find all the colors you want in there

Making the diamond sparkle in your eyes.

Somewhere among them is your favorite color,

Like a treasure without a key, yet your happiness locked inside it

You might also find the colors you don’t like

But somehow when everything comes together, its lovely.

Your perspective might disallow to see it anyway

So you ought to change your angle for the same,

That’s how life teaches you-

To finally find the eternal beauty which doesn’t last forever.

So this is what life is all about my folks,

In the different phases of life,

Happiness doesn’t come searching for you.

So either you go searching for it,

Or find it in everything that comes in your way.

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